The birth of “le French Hippie”, and of course, it had to be in the Form of a fucken D.A.T. (Distinguished Armor Technician). Viva La FRANCE! •—_!_~• Screen-Grab of the Original “Oddball ” Hippie, is Courtesy of Kelly’s Heros… Oddball’s French context follows, and it will be Specially wrapped for “la doctora”, as a Christmas… ¡ex-Más! Como un trinche regalo de Natividad.

** That’s right Mr. Gómez, Bernardo [one-each], Florence Cassez gets to live in Liberty because of your EXECUTIVE DECISIONS at Noticieros Televisa, but you know what, Sir, SHE IS NOT INNOCENT; and this is coming out of the very loud Speaker of the very same Supreme Court Minister who released Cassez. In hindsight, Mr. Gómez, you play an excellent game of political chess… touche, Sir, touche.

The Road to Escondido is not just a Clapton Tribute Album, it’s also the historicity after-action-review (AAR) of a Mexican Mein Kampf admirer, por ejemplo, in footnote n° 39 of Larralde & Griswold del Castillo; ofThe Journal of San Diego History, they note the following:

While reading Hitler’s Mein Kampf with interest and respect, Calles disregarded the Klan’s crimes against Mexicans as a frivolous matter. His biggest concern was getting back to Mexico.

… Context follows; TimeStamp: 23h45 in CET.

Contexto a seguir… momentito pour favor… I need to find an Arrogant Bastard®… wait one… Ahhhhh that was refreshing. Here we go: •—¡—•. Dear, non-readers: please breeze over this blog entry using an Armando Álvarez voice… •—_—• Chapter ii: after the fall-out with La Casa de su Chingado Padre, and later with Gary Sanchez Productions, Mando “el ranchero” Álvarez enrolled in night classes at the Ron Burgandy Community College (RBCC) in San Clemente, California. “Mando” took this course of action in order to grasp a better command of the English language, and there after, apply for a job at NBC or at the Huffpost; but not, definitely not! He told himself every night, accept a desk with the god-damned Buzzfeeds logo on the back of the chairs… that would be like living the most productive hours of your day with a permanent “poisson d’avril”… palabras más o palabras menos, and as expected, Mr. Álvarez received a “B” for his final grade in Spanish 101. •—_—•. TimeStamp: 17h00 PST

Today is Veinte de noviembre de 1910, and our “Happy Birthday Revolution” special, includes an itinerary to 1936 and a mandatory train ride to ‘La Ruta al Exilio’ to witness the last surviving “caudillo” de la Revuelta Mexicana de 1910 who dubbed himself, “El Jefe Maximo de La Revolución Mexicana” as he dabbled in the KKK politics of SoCal.

Page IV… A funny tale developed on the way to The Forum —¡— Image courtesy of the spoils of Châtelet, and The former, “Direct Matin”.

Little did Amalia Almeida’s grand old dad know, that come November of 1945, the “interesting and respectful” leaders of Hitler’s struggle would be exposed for their thirst for power, but most important ~ for their crimes against humanity.

People of the 1920’s and 30’s knew him as: El General Plutarco Elías Calles… he alone embodied the bureaucratic and institutionalized Enemy N° 1 persona of La División del Norte; y de Emiliano Zapata, también.

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Our journey for today also includes a mandatory overlay to the infamous North Atlantic terminal of 1994 where ya’ll will get to meet the inventor of ‘La Política Ficción’, a very real and present precursor to the “Fake News” teflon defense phenomenon of the two leading democratic idiocracies in the world right now, which of course are lead by presidents Enrique Peña Nieto (Mexico) and his very stupid counterpart Donald John Trump (USA).

… a 3 minute story is still to come, full-disclosure, it’s really nothing more than a review of a “short edition” romance that we [the staff] recently picked up (we shit–you–not) in receipt paper format at the waiting area of La Gare d’Austerlitz (right before the SNCF security detail kindly asked us [the staff] and a Roma tribe to vacate the premises).

This “short edition” romance in receipt paper format, is courtesy of La Gare d’Austerlitz and shortédition… at shor-edition . com —|— Fair use of all available forms of Comunication.

Anyway, John, the 3 minute story is really a romance novel about the imaginary nostalgia of an Ol’Vespa scooter reminiscing about the love affair of an express delivery guy and his Ol’Flame… oh, the memories of that first ride together.

So, Johnny, while we [the staff] buffer up that trip into a post, we need to ask: have we mentioned —yet?— that the French flags, which usually —all by their lonesome— decorate the main windows at l’Hôtel de Ville [75004] have, for the past few days, been flanked by a bunch of Stars and Stripes?… GOOD THING Marianne stills considers the U.S. of A. a friend, because apparently the Party of the German Chancellor, Angela Merkel, no longer does.

Mixed signals… or something like that. —|— Uso justo de Mme. Sinclaire and her HuffPost at Le Monde.

We [the staff] think that we’ve made that observation already; but just in case, let it be known that the main square of the Parisian City Hall, along with its all-purpose garage, which we might add it is Also Known As ‘the’ Pavillon Circulaire, both are practically littered with standing Coca-Cola refrigerators right behind what seems to be draft beer dispensing bars; or something like that… the only thing in terms of Americana paraphernalia that is missing there right now, apreciado Juan Molino Campos-Hombre, is some Good Ol’Fashioned Rock and Roll music, but we reckon that that is why the big all-purpose stage is there for.

Our guess is that any day now the Anhauser-Busch or the Coors Brewing Co., or maybe even Walmart (why not?) are going to be sponsoring all kinds of community outings here in France.

Of course, John, as recently as six years (and six months) ago, when we [the staff] would note to francophiles everywhere (and to the French people, too) about the rapid growth of chez Ronald McDonald’s [1], or about the wide spread of Seattle’s own [2] “twin tailed mermaid,” overtaking the French bistros or those famed cafes along the Left Bank, we [the staff] would get a bunch of One—Eyed raised eyebrows with a side of puffed up lips spouting ‘petit’ farting sounds, garnished with a graceful Red scarf*, as a reward for our observations regarding the future landscape of business establishments [popping up] in front of the perimeter, of say, Le Cluny Muséum or along the cafes and comptoirs along the district known as Beaugrenelle.

* these accessory items are worn around here in much the same way that dudes in Tennessee don a Resistol or a Stetson cowboy hat… sometime, but not always, the good folks in Tennessee, they can even ride a horse.

AnyGüey, professor Ackerman, as the MORENA high-brass militant, which You have clearly claimed to be, our guess is that in order for You to get the full whiff of what we [the staff] here are trying to pass, as far as this opinion post goes, You [my friend] would first have to reference our previous observations on social and political happenings at Le Cinema Christine or at The Trocadero Plaza, and especially the one about the tale of Víctor Quintana Silveyra, Dr. (PhD); One-Each** when he, as a member of Morena, and with instructions from the big boss (AMLO himself) Dr. Quintana legally constituted and integrated the Parisian chapter of El Frente Amplio Mexicano into ‘the’ Morena-Francia branched hierarchy of Ándres Manuel López Obrador’s politically trademarked tribe.

**… One—Víctor Quintana Silveyra for El PRD; One—Víctor Quintana Silveyra for Morena and, One—Víctor Quintana Silveyra for El Partido Acción Nacional… as a side note, Dr. Quintana arrived to France in 2013 being the equal of the (hard Leftist) Jean-Luc Mélenchon, and he exited France, later that same year from La Sorbonne, only to arrive to his home State (in Chihuahua, Northern Mexico) as a cabrón, perdón—perdón, quisimos escriBir CARBÓN Copy, not CABRÓN copy, of France’s (hard Right politician from La Sarthe) François Fillon.

Any which way you want, John, what i am trying to say is that when we [the staff] tried to have a conversation or an interaction with your lemmings at El Frente Amplio Mexicano en Francia, in order to transparently discuss ideological inconsistencies —or JUST PLAIN CONFLICTS OF INTERESTS— within the political Left of Mexicans in France, all that we [the staff] got from your militants were a bunch of One—Eyed raised eyebrows with a side of puffed up lips spouting ‘petit’ farting sounds, garnished with a graceful Red scarf*** with a side of GTFO (of here).

*** these (at times) pretentious clothing items are worn around here in much the same way that “cheros in Chihuahuita” don a “güaripa” of the Resistol or Stetson brand, and sometimes, on rare occasions, them folks, too —much like the dudes in Tennessee— they also know how to ride a horse.

So, Johnny, it is not that we [the staff] wish to side with the New Macronian France, but when you try to pair Enrique and Emmanuel in the same dissing of your La Jornada OpEd, you just might be reminded (like right now, You Ol’Gringo—You) that maybe it was the ‘close ranks’ strategy, as opposed to an ‘open door policy of independent discourse’ in that so-called “Frente Amplio Mexicano” that ended up giving EPN the win in 2012; and in a parallel universe, similar strategies were used by the Democrats in the U.S., or here at Trocadero with the Socialists in France, giving both Donald Trump and Emmanuel Macron a clear victory over Bernie Sanders and Jean-Luc Mélenchon, respectively.

Context continues to follow. —|— Fair Use of Media and of all the French New[s] Stands.

In any case, Yes, John. You Ol’Gringo—You:

¡Zapata Vive!… la lucha, on the other hand, ustedes mismos la apagan…

Neta que sí.

Recibe un saludo, Juan.
Atte: El Staff.

Full diclusure: this post was written using a Starbucks hotspot, and latter (somewhat edited at Forum Les Halles… our equipment remains confiscated and or locked up at our former hide-out at Issy-Les-Mx… so, hurray for Globalization… fuck it.

Good Morning.
Today is Wednesday 16th, 2016.Ciudad Juárez —and Chihuahua— have a new set of politicos in charge. At the Border-Plex level a communicator became City Mayor. Over at the State capital, [en Chihuagüita], a party-shifter_behind-the-scenes académicohas the ear of the Mexican Right… In Paris, he has the solidarity of the populist left—go figure.

The countdown just crossed the 12 o’Clock mid-day edition of EL Heraldo de CHIHUA g ü i t a… Alex Trebek and Agent Angle morph into Francis Bacon because it’s TIME to [surprise!!!] Play Jeopardy: DESIERTO edition.

Good morning. Earlier in the transmission the second half of the 3 a.m. rounds of “the” CSPAN-like related news, was in effect. CSPAN [of course] is the acronym in New Mexico for Cable Shows and Punditry in American News.

[internet fluff and fillers follow]

In Europe, it’s 68 days before the next Turkey-day judge is sworn into office. Journalist, protestors, civil right leaders and this blog wait for Naomi Klein to make the morning shows. Please invite Paul Krugman to sit next to her…
in the meantime, Agent Angle is next. [note to self… Richard Engel is just doing his job, and in 2016 reporting is not a Crime; in 2017—who knows.]

[Context should follow] Fair Use of all Media… and by BOLD, of course we mean Aljazeera; Shout-out to Willie Geist!!!

[Note to self… remind Cousin Joe that there was a time when some experts (at General Electric) got all giddy when they heard Bernie Sanders introduced as “The jUNIOR sENATOR fROM Vermont”… [context should follow. In the meantime the staff remains sited on a dirt floor —band aid supplies ran-out a_Long-Long-Long_Time-aGO].

[Note to SELF]:around the world, breaking the news to Americans
usually arrives at the 0300 hours,
regardless of Parallels…
and oh_By-the_Wey:
Did the STAFF happened to mention
that we are Fans of “Ramones” everywhere?